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First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent
Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Not only around our infancy
Doth heaven with all its splendors lie;
Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
Over our manhood bend the skies;
Against our fallen and traitor lives
The great winds utter prophecies ;
With our faint hearts the mountain
Its arms outstretched, the druid wood
Waits with its benedicite;
And to our age's drowsy blood
Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us;
The beggar is taxed for a corner to
The priest hath his fee who comes and
We bargain for the graves we lie in;
At the Devil's booth are all things sold,
Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of
For a cap and bells our lives we pay,
a whole soul's
'T is heaven alone that is given away,
'T is only God may be had for the
No price is set on the lavish summer,
June may be had by the poorest comer.
And what is so rare as a day in June ?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in